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Shhhh, you’re not to say that part out loud. @BabySofiamight be listening. 

Yes… AND… the wheels of justice move slowly. For something as seemingly mild as this and with an ADULT seemingly unwilling to make accusations I’m sure it would take some time even with a report from the Dr. for a wellness check to be made.  How much more damage mom can do by then is the question. And how embarsssed might she be should a check be made?  And should a check be made and she be both an adult and seemingly safe and well cared for aside from a spanking and agreeing that she’s okay (perhaps more convincingly bc she’s embarrassed), a note may be filed SOMEWHERE, but not much would likely result…

"I know you're not tired. You just slept 11 hours. I had to cone get you.  Good. You're all dressed.    Now, let's get you some breakfast.  Do you want me to carry you downstairs, or would you like to crawl. We could try the walking thing again, but it didn't work so well yesterday, and I don't want you to fall again"

6 - Fish in the net Recognising the pink and blue buses as the same transport that had brought her tour group from the portal station to the hotel Heather ignored the warning signals from her bladder, pushing up against the side of the playpen she watched the action unfolding in the carpark three floors below. This group was a lot like her own, mostly young, various cultures and behaving like excitable freshmen. One couple who looked like girlfriend and boyfriend were obviously not in agreement with what they had seem so far, the young man, backpack on his shoulders waving his hands in the air as he argued with his girlfriend before storming off on his own in the opposite direction away from the hotel. While that played out she saw a tour guide walk over to his petite girlfriend and console her. Desperately she wanted to hear what was being said but they were three floors below and she was stuck in a playpen behind a solid glass window. Tracing the path taken by the young man she caught up with him, almost half a block away now, undecided which way he should go until the decision was made for him by an amazonian couple who simply walked up to the young man on either side, each taking one of his hands then dragging him into the adjacent Police Station. Well, at least he is safe she thought, no harm will come to him at a Police Station forgetting what Dawn had said about her experience waking up in a Police Station then discovering it also served as an Adoption Centre for wayward littles. Refocussing on the carpark the Tour Guide had taken the girl behind the bus out of sight of the rest of the party who were now walking towards the hotel. Behind the bus she now saw an obese woman easily twice the size of the Tour Guide have a brief discussion, discretely hand over a brown envelope that looked very suspicious then lift the small woman into her arms in a bear hug. When the girl tried to break free her yoga pants were tugged down by the Tour Guide and her bottom stabbed with what looked like a epipen. Less than a minute later with the girl subdued her shoes and pants were removed and tossed into a nearby dumpster. With the petite girl now naked apart from a skimpy pink crop top the obese woman turned around and lay her in the bassinet of a four wheeled older style lay flat pram. What surprised Heather the most was that the girl easily fit with room to spare. What the fuck was going on down there she wondered? The young couple had only just arrived, the boy had then run off after an argument and been taken into the nearby Police Station. Meanwhile his petite girlfriend had been manhandled by a woman she had not seen before, the obese woman had given Stacy what looked like a bulging envelope of cash and now the woman had retrieved what looked clothing from the large bag that sat in the parcel tray under the basinet of the lay flat pram. Click… the sound of the bathroom door opening, a warm feeling in her own pants and a question from the woman who and agreed to help her brought Heather back to the moment. “I hope you are behaving yourself little one, I’m telling you this once and once only… it wouldn’t be a good idea to start our weekend together on the wrong foot.” Glancing back into the carpark where she had a good view of what was happening behind the bus Heather now saw the obese woman begin to push the pram toward the hotel lobby. It was what she saw inside the pram that scared her the most. The young girl, probably a petite freshman, lay on her tummy in the pram, she had been subdued somehow. Drugged perhaps. What was most obvious however was that she was no longer wearing the crop top. That had been discarded and replaced with a white lace sundress more suited a newborn, her bottom bulged and want could only be a bulky cloth diaper was pushing her skinny legs apart. To top that off it looked like her bottom was now also covered with pink panties… no not panties…. not even bloomers or witches britches as her own Mom used to call them… these were pants that bulged and were puffy… pants with elastic gathers around the waistband legs… then it clicked… she knew what they were… baby pants… waterproof baby pants… waterproof pink plastic baby pants… the same baby pants that she had seen Moms use back in her own dimension to cover babies diapers so that clothing and furniture stayed dry. This place was so fucked up… how could a college girl be taken and turned into a baby just like that? Then it seemed like the woman had forgotten something, she stopped, retrieving something from the large bag in the parcel tray under the pram bassinet. When she move back behind the pram and took hold of its handle it was immediately obvious what she had retrieved from the diaper bag. The girl was now plugged with a pacifier. Seeing how easily the obese woman had taken the girl and regressed her back to babyhood frightened Heather, if there was any doubt the fact that she had also just wet her pants would confirm it. “Oh Heather, what’s got into you today… that’s your second wet pull-up already this morning?” The look on the woman’s face as she towered over the playpen sent a shiver down Heather’s spine. Stuck in the playpen she had been given no choice, when her bladder demanded release it demanded release, then without any further warning it had done exactly that. Somehow being stuck in the playpen in just a pull-up her brain had been scrambled. Why? She had no idea… what was abundantly clear though was that a soggy pull-up now hung from her hips. Somehow the mornings events had made her feel vulnerable, unable to get control of the situation, it seemed to be spiralling further out of her control. Recovery now seemed impossible. Wiping the tears from her eyes she looked up at the woman who was now standing over her, hands on hips.  The petite girl in a soggy pull-up safely contained in the mesh sided pink playpen looked like a wide eyed fish stick in a net. In Ivy’s opinion the morning was going swimmingly.  “You really are a little waterworks, at both ends, aren’t you?” Ivy intentionally asked the question to create a dramatic effect and to make a point rather than to get an answer. Now she observed how little Heather would respond to it.  “I can explain, please... please… just let me explain...” “Go ahead then… I’m all ears.” “I had to go to the bathroom but… but… the sides… the sides are too high… and… and… I couldn’t climb out. Then it happened… no warning… nothing… it just happened… “ Observing the state of the young girl’s pull-up Ivy chuckled, “well it’s just as well we had you in a pull-up then isn’t it… or I would be having to wipe down the insides of that playpen.” Nodding her head in agreement Heather knew she would not win this argument. The longer she was with this overbearing woman the deeper she was falling into the rabbit hole.  Ivy smiled, the first battle had been won, “well at least we agree that you still need potty training pants and aren’t ready for big girl panties yet… now… where is that Tour Guide. Reception said they would send her up as soon as she got back with the new tour guests.”

My wife suggested I put on my full size sleeper with enough cloth diapers under to make it clear I have them on.    Add a bottle or paci or both.